Onward, onward, sons of freedom,
In the great and glorious strife
You've a high and holy mission
On the battle field of life.
See oppression's feet of iron
Grind a brother to the ground,
And from bleeding heart and bosm,
Gapeth many a fearful…
Mistaken mortal, ever fretting, Grasping, grinding, groaning, getting,
Be content!
If thou hast enough, be thankful, Just as if thou had a bankful,
Be content!
If fortune cast thy lot but humble, Earn thy bread and do not grumble,
Be…
Be gentle, there are hours when he
By anxious care is tossed,
And shadows deep lie on his brow,
By business trials crossed.
Be gentle, 'tis for you he toils,
And thinks, and strives to gain
Home comforts and home happiness;
Don't let him…
"Whatsoever thy hands find to do, do with thy might, for there is no work nor device in the grave wither thou goest."Exceeding far the swiftest steed,Unseen and silent, with them speed,And fast as stars fleet through the sky,The wings of time are…
The following touching and inimitable beautiful lines have been erroneously attributed to John Milton. The New YorkHistorical Magazinefrom which we copy them, accompanies them with the following explanatory remarks as to their origin:"The simple fact…
Life is a race where some succeed
While the others are beginning;
'Tis luck at times, at others speed,
That gives an early winning.
But if you chance to fall behind,
Ne'er slacken your endeavor,
But keep this wholsome truth in mind,
'Tis…
John Brown of Osawatomie
Spake on his dying day:
"I will not have to shrive my soul
A priest in slavery's pay;
But let some poor slave mother,
Whom I have striven to free,
With her children, from the gallows-stair
Put up a prayer for me!
John…
Make me a grave where'ere you will,In a lowly plain, or a lofty hill; Make it among earth's humblest graves,But not in a land where men are slaves.I could not rest if around my graveI heard the steps of a trembling slave;His shadow above my silent…
Rage War, thou scourge, attended dire,Pour on our land thy hottest ire,
If but the slave go free.
Make Egypt's fields a smouldering waste,Where Famine howls o'er wealth displaced,
If but the slave go free.
Her first born sons in death lay…
Let us say be cheerful,
Whatsoe'er betide:
Life is not all tearful—
There's a sunny side.
Vernal zephyr's banish
Winter's frosts afar;
Midnight's specters vanish
With the morning star.
Every deep depression,
With its chills and blights,
Has…
